The tears in my eyes blur the lines
of the lies that you told when you asked me
to hold you

I wish you'd told me then what I know now
when I think it could have been
and it doesn't really mean
that at all.

and each drop begs each drop to stop,
but it can never be,
the tears are there reminding me of
lines in which
I'll never see
again

it always was a blur to me
the sensual
the sensory, but
depth perception
eluded me

time to clip my wings.